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Avaline had grown used to the quiet rhythm of the coastal town a place where life moved gently, without the sharp edges of her past. Here, the air tasted of salt instead of pine, and the nights were filled with the murmurs of waves instead of the haun ng chorus of howls. It was a peace she once believed she would never know. Under her new name, Aria Vale, she slipped through the world unno ced. Exactly the way she preferred it. She worked at the li le art shop on the corner of Main Street. She...